My insomnia showed up tonight and
Parked itself on the front lawn with a cooler and a radio
I thought maybe it would get bored and go away,
But then it invited all the its anxious little friends over
To loudly celebrate who-the-fuck-all-knows
On a Monday night
Soon they will be hanging out on my couch
For days and days and days
In the same sweat creased pajama bottoms
Gobbling up infomercials and ice cream
Until I could just scream
GET THE FUCK OUT ALREADY
I really hate these bastards.
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